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// A Trabant Rally Cross...Maybe. 😉 
// Story: A Christmas to Remember 
// by TwiPON3 
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"Sunset," Seth said, going into his bedroom to get a laptop, "I want to show you a Trabant."

"It's a car, right?"

"Yeah."

Sunset was picturing something similar to your run-of-the-mill, ten-year-old car, but when Seth came out and showed her a picture...

"Here is a car that's made of cotton, weighs three ounces, and has exactly two more horsepower than a lawnmower. It goes thirty-five miles per hour, reverse lights are optional, burns a mixture of gas and oil, VERY oily gas, you can't coast in first, second, or third gear, you have to be in neutral, but fourth gear is the magical gear, allowing you to operate it like a sane person. Being one fortunate, or unfortunate, enough to have driven one over the summer in the DDR, it's a good way to sit and contemplate your existence. There's no tachometer, no gas gauge, no blinker signals, no air conditioner, the windshield washer fluid is a hand pump, seat belts are just loosely strewn pieces of fabric, your fuel cutoff is manual, you have a choke to put up with, and it was made by old idiots. You can lock the driver door from the outside of the car or the passenger door from the inside of the car, but not the other way around."

She noticed Seth's expression, "What are you gonna do?"

"I know a lot where we can get communist cars, with or without mods. Autumn streetraces with a Fiat 126p from 1980s Poland, but with a V8 mod, I think. She makes heads spin. Anyway, would you like to take the bitches for a rally cross?"

"Why?"

"It'd probably hurt 'em a little. Plus, the oily smoke and Rarity..."

"I'll do it. What are the tricks to driving one?"

"I'll let Aging Wheels show you," he said, finding a YouTube video that showed how to drive the cotton box.